"How could this be? He took a slash from General Tiger Baleful Spirit and came away completely unscathed. That's impossible."
"Exactly, how did he do it?"
"The Flame Martial Tribe actually has an expert like this?!"
The people of the Star-Slayer Tribe could not help being utterly shocked.
Tiger Baleful Spirit himself found it unbelievable too. Then something occurred to him, and he looked at A Tu's armor. "So this is the legendary art of Artifact Refining. It truly is incredible."
He had figured everything out.
His opponent had blocked his slash entirely thanks to the protection of that armor. Also, his opponent's cultivation was clearly inferior to his, yet he could fight him to a standstill. That was most likely because of the spear in his hand.
"Hehe, this is what a Sage can do."
A Tu patted his armor and chuckled.
In terms of cultivation, he was inferior to Tiger Baleful Spirit.
But in terms of equipment, even ten Tiger Baleful Spirits could not compare to him.
"Let's see how many slashes you can take!"
Tiger Baleful Spirit snorted coldly and charged out again with his saber.
Clang, clang, clang...
The clash of metal rang out without end.
As the two fought, dust flew and the sky darkened. Dao Patterns flowed and intertwined in the void, and powerful fluctuations of aura kept spreading outward.
Boom!
A figure was blasted backward, coughing up blood.
It was Tiger Baleful Spirit!
Just now, A Tu had neither retreated nor dodged, forcibly taking his slash to gain an opening and severely wound him.
"Damn it, damn it!!"
Tiger Baleful Spirit flew into a rage, his baleful aura boiling wildly.
He was the Star-Slayer Tribe's greatest warrior, its strongest man apart from Star-Slayer himself, yet he was being suppressed by someone who had